Sophia Moore's POV

I could feel Xavier's breath against my neck—hot, urgent, like a fevered tide crashing against bare skin. His eyes burned with hunger.

His warm fingers slowly lifted the hem of my T-shirt, brushing over my waist. My body trembled uncontrollably.

My body... it wanted him. It was craving him, betraying me, unraveling beneath the searing heat of this Alpha's touch.

But my mind snapped back.

No. I couldn't let ...